a strange mix of adolescent lust and abject terror. “I won’t be anyone’s number two”, she purrs, on ‘Quiero, Quieres’ – a bitter break-up song that’s already scanning the horizon for the next lover. Don’t mistake Cameron as a bunny boiler, though: ‘Salt’ gets way weirder than that on the likes of ‘Venison’, which opens with a firestorm of Fugazi guitars, but cools into a torch song that holds conversations with roadkill.